Official Review! Chaser (Dive Bar#3) by Kylie Scott

Given his well-earned bad boy reputation, Eric is having a tough time scoring.. When single Jean moves to town, she seems heaven sent by the sex gods. Only problem is, she not only wants nothing to do with him, but it turns out that she’s pregnant.

Starting over in a small town, Jean is determined to turn her wild lifestyle around and be the kind of mother she always wished she’d had. Since local bar owner and all round hottie, Eric Collins, is now determined to steer clear of her pregnant self, it should be easy. When she goes into labour during a snow storm and her car slides on some ice, it’s Eric who comes to the rescue.

There seems to be a bond between them now, but is it enough? And can Eric give up his manwhore ways to be the man Jean needs?

OFFICIAL REVIEW!

I received a copy via NetGalley and voluntarily left a review and all opinions are my own.

After reading Trust by Kylie Scott, I just knew I had to open up Chaser and jump heart first into another of her fictional worlds. It wasn’t long and I was completely wrapped in all of the characters in Dive bar and falling hopelessly for both Eric and Jean. I absolutely adore the tight knit group of friends at Dive bar and enjoyed all the laughter, love, and heat between the characters.

Eric Collins had my heart from the moment I got to know his goofy, sexy, loveable character. He kept me laughing, shaking my head from his self talk and antics and at times burning up from the sexual heat between him and Jean. I loved seeing him fall head over heels not only for the heroine but also for her newborn which had him wrapped around her finger from the moment he set eyes on her. Nothing causes me to go all gooey inside for a hot tatted up hero like a man who is besotted with a baby. I loved watching Eric slowly morph from the man whore to a family man and found myself feeling angry towards other characters who didn’t trust him to mature and change into the man that he was always meant to be.

Jean Antal is a heroine that I quickly came to love. She is a bit of a wild child who is being reformed into a woman who becomes more selfless and puts her child before all others. I love a woman that grows through the story and you see her do it with every bonding moment between her and her child. I also adored her sense of humor and her quick wit which made her even more beautiful in my eyes.

Kylie Scott delivers a soul searching, heart warming read about two characters that are transformed by love for one another and parental love. I highly recommend Chaser for a story that pulls on your heartstrings and much as it revs your libido. Kylie knows how to write romance exactly as I like it…sweet and hot! I have grown to love and admire Kylie’s stories and characters and I look forward to reading many more!

She blew out an exasperated breath. “Thanks, Eric. That makes me feel so much better.”

“I just . . .”

“Don’t bother.” The woman turned back to her sensible, medium-sized SUV and got busy riffling through the contents. I was surprised she’d been able to squeeze into the driver’s seat.

Boxes and stuff took up almost every inch inside the vehicle. Each and every box seemed to have been neatly labeled with the contents.

The woman took her organization seriously. She looked over her shoulder. “You know, I can’t help noticing that Eric-the-smooth-moving-flirt has been suddenly replaced by Eric-the-awkward-jerk.”

“Well, you said you were single.” I folded my arms defensively across my chest.

“I am.”

And then there was an awkward silence.

“Yeah, but . . . I mean, in your condition . . .” I fumbled to a halt.

She turned, face all scrunched up. Like I was the one with the problem.

“Just hop out of the way so I can grab some boxes,” I said, voice gruff.

Still nothing from her. “It’s a second-story walk-up and you have a lot of stuff to get up there. You should be taking it easy.” Hands on hips, I tapped my black leather boot against the sidewalk, waiting her out. “Jean, I’m not trying to insult you. It’s the truth.”

She swore quietly, going back to fussing with the contents in the vehicle. I don’t think any woman has ever given me the silent treatment quite this quickly. Usually I’m good for at least a couple of hours after seeing them naked.

Man, I still couldn’t believe this was happening. God hated me or something. Pregnant women and me were enema. Anathema. Whatever. Now that I’d seen her out in the autumn light, however, she looked younger than I’d first guessed. Despite her tired eyes, her skin was smooth, soft looking. She was likely closer to her early twenties than mid.

“How old are you?” I asked.

“Why do you care?”

I shrugged one shoulder. “Just curious.”

“How old are you?”

“Nearly thirty.”

She sniffed. “I’m twenty-two.”

Young, like I’d thought. She was probably too immature for me, anyway.

“Come on, Jean. Let me get some of the boxes.”

Boyd ambled out of the Dive Bar, turning his head this way and that, looking up and down the street. I raised my hand and he started over in our direction. The big cook would make short work out of moving all this stuff. Behind us, Andre and Nell came out of the tenants’ entrance to the Bird Building. The place was a big brick building about a hundred years old. Just past the door was an entryway with stairs leading up to the second floor, followed by two empty shops, their windows covered in flyers about local events. Concerts and parades and shit. They’d been vacant for a while, unfortunately. Andre’s Guitar Den came next, then Pat’s tattoo parlor Inkaho, and the Dive Bar on the corner.

“Everything’s good to go. Alex and I gave it a cleaning last week just to be sure,” said Nell, smacking a kiss on Jean’s cheek.

“I own the kitchen, Eric. Not you,” she said. “You’re in charge of the bar, that’s all.”

One of Jean’s eyebrows inched up slightly. So I might have implied that I was the sole owner. Shit happened.

I crossed my arms. “Fine. No need to bite my head off.”

“My best online friend just moved to town. We’ve been texting and skyping for months. She’s been an absolute rock for me through all the nerves of being pregnant again,” said Nell. “Stop messing with my happy.”

And then there was an awkward silence. Great. If only there was some way to get out of helping without looking like a raging asshole. The possibility of anything happening between me and Jean had been buried six feet deep, never to be spoken of again.

Kylie is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author. She was voted Australian Romance Writer of the year, 2013 & 2014, by the Australian Romance Writer’s Association and her books have been translated into eleven different languages. She is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet. You can learn more about Kylie from http://www.kylie-scott.com/

SpotLight!

I'm very excited to be doing my first "Author Interview" with Connie Lafortune. We've been getting to know each other over the last couple of months, ever since she contacted me to write a review for her novel . Well... I was very nervous to say the least! I didn't want to let her down with my … [Read More...]

Where do I start? For my very first "Author Spotlight", I have not one, but THREE great authors to mention. Why is that? Because Graffiti Fiction is three sisters who all write hot, steamy, and kinky reads! Let me just say that when you have a group of writers with the talent of Maria Monroe, Alexis … [Read More...]

It is my pleasure to introduce Amanda Glidden, who runs her own Jamberry business. What is Jamberry you say? I will get back to that as soon as I have a chance to tell you a little bit more about Amanda. She has been married to a godly man for ten years, and they have two children that they … [Read More...]

In this post I'd like to introduce someone very special and spotlight her and her business. Her name is Heather Miller Dombkowski and I had the pleasure of chatting with her to find out more about her busy life. She is a Avon consultant and also the Pastor of Guiding Life Christian Church in … [Read More...]

Just Released!

BLURB
Weston Kincaid was my first…everything.
My brother's best friend should have come with a warning label.
The man was a cautionary tale and we were the ill-fated cliché. The star quarterback to my loner art geek.
But I didn't listen. Not to the warnings. Not to my instincts.
I fell, and I … [Read More...]

BLURB:
The road trip dreams are made of …
A chance conversation—
where I mention my secret desire to go ice skating at Rockefeller Center—
and suddenly I’m driving from California to New York City.
In the middle of December.
With a guy I just met.
He’s a broody former boyband drummer.
My … [Read More...]